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This is a schalttbur story (mcyt). This book's gonna be VERY different to my other two. It'll contain insanebur, Dominant schlatt, and of course the three canon lives most (if not all) characters have. This is supposed to be like the average minecra...

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[CHAPTER TEN]

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by hhonei

by hhonei

Their lips met.

Wilbur couldn't help but let out small, muffled grunts and moans. He really couldn't keep it in, could he? The way the American's hands moved and travelled through his body, as if it were waters flowing around him in a strict rhythm.. God did he love it.

[TW: SMUT COMMENCE]

Schlatt picked wilbur up, groping hard and steady the British's ass while earning yet another moan from the opposite person.. lips interlocking and filled with each other's mixed saliva, pinning him against the wall.

"Sch-schlatT!~" Wilbur soot called out in pleasure as he felt the hands touch his hole.. he wanted to be wrecked, and by that he means it hard. The room was filled with the sounds of hot steamy kisses and moans and grunts from each other. Schlatt pulled down the British's pants, lining up against his entrance. "No lube." Schlatt grinned as he whispered, slowly entering the void. Their gaze went down, staring at the knot they'd created, lust filling the thick air.
"Ready?" Schlatt asked once he was fully inside their lankier one, only to receive a small nod.

SLAM!

SLAM!!

[Smut ends]

Wilbur's gaze was fixed on the ceiling. They'd been at it for hours for no end.. his mind fuzzy filled with memories of what had happened. He carefully sat up, back arched while his right hand lifted the fine thin blanket to look at the mess.. he clearly had to clean up soon. Both him and schlatt. He couldn't help not resist the urge to insert a finger in his entrance just to look at the cum, still disbelieving that he, wilbur soot, just bottomed.. again.

Wilbur's thoughts vanished as soon as he felt a hand around his waist. "Just fuckin' sleep.. we'll— ' yawn ' —clean it aaaall up, in the morn'n'.."

The british sighed once more and carefully laid back down. Whatever happened tonight, would be a tomorrow-soot-problem once more.